Your blog is so amazing/interesting and I get you, you put into words what runs through my mind and I just want to say you are awesome. This really isn't a question, but I just wanted to let ya know :)

You, kind friend? stranger? reader! have just made my morning. It's rainy and gross outside but now there's a smile on my face. Thank you. It's always so refreshing to know I'm not the only person who cares about what I care about. :)

Ask me anything

Ladies love me...

"You always come in looking so sunny. I'm always sitting here like bleh and you come in so happy and smiling. You brighten my day." --The professor I've been working with this summer

*all the blushing in all the world*

^_^

A staff member at the library today, whom I do not know and have never spoken to before, stopped me while I was walking out of one of the offices to say the flower in my hair reminded her of Billie Holiday. A comparison to someone so beautiful, graceful, elegant, poised, talented, and historically important has helped to alleviate the ball-of-unfortunate-feelings that has yet to vacate the pit of my stomach. She was such a diva. I hope I'm half as classy. 

 
PS This just gives me more incentive to continue my mission to have the best collection of hair accessories Princeton has ever seen. I just got another large shipment today, maybe it's finally time for a picture-post to show you all what I've been working on. :D

2nd 30 Day Letter Challenge--Day 16: Letter to the Last Person who Complimented You

Dear Greeter Lady at the Zimmerli Art Museum,

Way back in a time that seems like eons ago but was really probably less than a month and a half ago, while I was at home trying to come up with summer goals because my then-boyfriend had asked me about mine, I made note of the fact that your museum was free on the first Sunday of the month. I evidently even had the foresight to make an event on my Google Calendar for the hours the museum is open on the first Sunday of July and of August. And thus, today when I was recovering from a relapse in okay-status, I decided to put on a push-up bra and a low-cut dress and do my makeup and my hair and take myself on a date to visit the museum. I hadn't yet embraced doing things by myself in New Brunswick like I did in Chicago last year, and as I have to get used to being on my own again generally, now seemed like high time.
I walked the 8 minutes from my house to the museum and came inside. I knew today was a free day, but I wasn't sure if I was allowed to just stroll on in, and you weren't at the desk when I got there. But I was only confused for a moment or two, because then you walked out of the little back room, cheery as ever, and welcomed me to the museum. You told me I looked "so pretty" and asked me to please check my [make-rainy-days-fun! sunflower] umbrella because they weren't allowed in the galleries. Then you put a sticker on my hand and said today was a free day, and told me to enjoy. I realize you're a customer service employee and it is actually your job to be nice to me [been there, done that], but I want you to know you made me smile today. I wanted to treat myself to something and take care of myself, and you noticed, and that just...felt nice. 

So thank you for your sunny disposition on a grey and drizzly day. You made my mood less grey and drizzly.


Maya

I thought I looked cute too. :)

Compliments

Sometimes it's really hard to be sincere. There's this guy I know, and there's something I want to tell him. Don't even go there--this something is not romantic in any way. I just want to give him a compliment; I just can't figure out how to do it in a way that's a) not socially awkward, and b) that he won't laugh it off like I'm kidding, because I'm seriously not.

He impresses me. Hell, he downright amazes me, and though some of the brightest minds in the country are here, very few people are overall amazing to me. He pushes himself harder than most people I know, in every single aspect of his life, and everything he touches is golden. He's also nice and sweet and I just, I want him to know that I think this highly of him. I admire him.

I have this other friend, who I love equally and admire almost equally, who commented the other day about how I observe too many things about him, things most people would never notice. I wanted to say I watch him because, while it might seem like I'm always trying to change him, I sometimes wish I could be like him.

But people don't say these things. It's a shame.